When day's old journey by the sun,
toil'd by burning stars in the clock,
is set behind the oak trees,
the mind's eye shall move thee more;
but in love by wanton looks
Than by words that I write:
a lime-light dinner in the evening
would be laid at the table,
a full-flamed moon-lit mascara;
and a tidal wave by the sea,
that stretches away this line,
by night be writ against the sky.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Tuesday, November 27,2012 2: 49: 59 PM
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